A/N: A special thank you to Schermionie for opening my eyes to this pairing.
Her fingers move slowly along Parvati's bare shoulder, tracing little nonsensical patterns over the soft tan skin. It's these stolen moments in the night that Lavender loves best. No prying eyes, only the two (more than) friends sitting together on the windowsill, bathed in the moon's milky glow.
Lavender bites back the words she longs to say, too afraid of what they could mean.
"Why can't we be like this all the time?" she asks instead, fingertips brushing over the curve of Parvati's lips.
The other girl goes rigid, turning her gaze to the night sky beyond the glass. "Because people talk," Parvati answers quietly.
The girls know this better than anyone. Most gossip in the castle can be traced back to them, after all.
"And I'm not ready for that," Parvati adds with a sigh.
Lavender pulls Parvati closer, pressing their lips together chastely. And in the kiss, she whispers her love, as she always does, silently praying that one day Parvati will hear it.